The Sign

"The Sign"
8.20.2013

I can't walk
this path
any longer.

Desolation deadens me.
Haunted by a feeling
that nothing matters.

Oh God,
Show a sign to me!

When all is not well,
and I'm feeling no good.
I'm drawn to that divine
place in the wood.

I stop and look up,
what do I see?
Sun drenched breezes,
tug the arm of a tree.

But that's not me,
I don't believe
you can achieve
just anything
you want to be.

So I look down to the ground;
a rotted log. It's outer bark
still firmly resides
into this earthen precipice.

But as I kick
my canvassed red Keds,
visioning childhood re-employed,
I press the spongy insides...

A symbol of strength,
still clinging
to the substance that IS;
and what used to be.

Just then I made
a mental ploy;
to all the spirits of the earth.

If I could find,
just one centipede;
underneath the moist chamber,
the body of the Log...

I would know you spoke to me.
and the path my blood has taken,
is more than....
in the vain.

So I lower myself,
to draw closer
to Mother Earth;
on bended knee.

I poke and prod,
and stir around.
I pound mushrooms,
into the ground!

Like playing
for the very first time.
I become a child,
in my mind.

but in frantic disappointment,
the alluring fragrant
scent of the forest
is all I find...

My brow furrows
as my epiphany ends.
jaw lowers and,
back up again.

Anger and sadness
all mesh in my heart.
Like the Log Rot,
My soul sunk and fell apart.

I raised the Log
above my head.
Madness reigning down,
Upon All that is Dead!

Smashing it against
another Tree.
Curse the fibers of
every family tree!

As I breath lungs
full of doubt.
All around me
Centipedes appear to sprout!

Shiny round faces
orange and black
34 yellow legs
poised for the attack...

Their vivisected pieces,
writhe and clinch.
But their very existence,
revived my being every inch....